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FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL


A MILLIONTRILLION MILES FROM HOME,

MAYBE IT’S IN PARIS OR ROME,

AS THE BELL GOES,

DING!

DONG!

DING! 

DONG!

ALL THE CHILDREN RUSH ALONG,

 

INSIDE THE ROOM IS LIKE AN UNBREAKABLE GLASS COFFIN,

WITH WALLS SO HIGH, THEY NEED TO SOFTEN,

THEN THE TEACHER ENTERS BY,

WITH HUGE TEST PAPERS, WITH HUNDREDS MORE TO SUPPLY,

 

NOW ITS TIME TO GO TO LUNCH,

IN A MINUTE HALL WHERE PEOPLE SIT IN A BUNCH,

I OPEN MY BOX TO SEE WHAT I GOT,

THERE ARE HOMEMADE TATER TOTS,

 

FINALLY, ITS TIME TO WAVE GOODBYE,

I DASH ALONG THE GIGANTIC GATE WHICH IS NEARBY,

I SEE MY MUM WEARING DARK GREY,

I HUG HER AND SAY,

 

“THIS WAS THE WORST DAY!!!!”

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